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Isla Cameron - O Willow Waly 

The lovely yet creepy O Willow Waly was composed by George Auric & Paul Dehn for 1961’s The Innocents, and sung by Cameron in a false soprano that mimicked the voice of a child.

purple-diary: 4 Sale collaboration, opening tomorow, New York 4 Sale debuts the culmination of the year long creative union between Aneta Bartos, Elle Muliarchyk, Yana Toyber, and Martynka Wawrzyniak. The physicality and sensuality deliver a pure perspective free from taboos, victimization, male-dominance, exploitation. Each artist conceptualizes unique realities within her framed vignettes, thus illustrating how each artist proclaims her unique voice. 4 Sale captures the essence of the dynamic nature within this collaboration curated by Anne Huntington. 4 Sale opening tomorrow and runs until the 22nd November at 8 Bond Street, New York. Click to see more pictures

purple-diary:

4 Sale collaboration, opening tomorow, New York

4 Sale debuts the culmination of the year long creative union between Aneta Bartos, Elle Muliarchyk, Yana Toyber, and Martynka Wawrzyniak. The physicality and sensuality deliver a pure perspective free from taboos, victimization, male-dominance, exploitation. Each artist conceptualizes unique realities within her framed vignettes, thus illustrating how each artist proclaims her unique voice. 4 Sale captures the essence of the dynamic nature within this collaboration curated by Anne Huntington. 4 Sale opening tomorrow and runs until the 22nd November at 8 Bond Street, New York.

Click to see more pictures

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oldhollywood:

Sidney Bechet - Petite Fleur

Turbulence

dark- 1.Having little or no light; dim: a dark cave. 2.Giving off or reflecting little light; gloomy: a dark day. 3.Of a deep shade; black, or almost black: a dark color. 4.Brunet in complexion. 5.Cheerless or disheartening. 6.Sullen in disposition or appearance; frowning; dour. 7.Unenlightened in mind or spirit; ignorant. 8. Evil or sinister; wicked; atrocious: a dark deed. 9.Not understandable. 10. Not known 1.Lack of light. 2.Little or no light. 3.Night. 4. Obscurity. 5.Ignorance

In recent times i have felt this words presence in my life. Therefore, i decided to brush myself up on the definition again…In fact…i don’t believe i had read it before.

I then decided to look up it’s comparable opposite and found this:

light-Ability and understanding

There were many more definitions BUT i found this one to be the most striking.

It was a reminder to me that you cannot have one without the other. Your greatest happiness is your greatest unhappiness. Fortunately for us we stand between these two things with an option. When you learn to clear the mind and solidify your self..the universe comes rushing in. We are in complete control of our minds our thoughts our feelings…just as we are our curtains and the shoes we want to wear that day. Ruin is the road to transformation.

Chain a Fool

It begins when the object of your affection bestows upon you a heady hallucinogenic dose of something you’ve never even dared to admit you wanted; an emotional speedball of thunderous love and excitement. Soon you start craving that attention with the hungry obsession of any junkie. When it’s withheld you turn sick, crazy, not to mention resentful of the dealer who encouraged this addiction in the first place…but now refuses to pony up the good stuff. Goddamn him and he used to give it to you for free. Next stage finds you skinny shaking in a corner certain only that you would sell your soul just to have that one thing, one more time. Meanwhile, the object of your adoration is now repulsed by you. He looks at you like someone  he’s never met before. The irony is that you can hardly blame him. I mean check yourself out…you’re a mess. Unrecognizable even to your own eyes. You have now reached infatuations final destination…a complete and merciless devaluation of self.

gave him the boot

so listen baby i got a heart of stone why dont you just leave me alone…

the truth doesn’t make a noise.

i’ve been drinking too much hooch again

chronicles of a mad white girl

good morning…with just one minute to spare. here i sit again with my wal-mart feet against the gritty wood floors. no pants and stubbly knees crisscrossing one another. the light of day blankets everything in the dining room, even the kitchen glass table thats covered in streaks and some unknown stickiness my elbow keeps grazing.The empty red stripe bottle on the window seal, with the two dying sunflowers in them is somehow a reminder of my inhibitions and the absence of them.

My night prior consisted of reading women’s erotica in a bar, in a booth, by candle light. My best of ladies taking turns reading the disgusting inappropriate yet liberating stories with blushed cheeks and grins from ear to ear. The bloody mary’s assisted with the warm cheeks i’m sure. As i sat and listened to david bowie from the juke and watched the rain pour outside and looking at the girls tantalizing faces, i couldn’t help but wonder. Why is our satisfaction…with the male species constantly the topic of the hour. Sure you can discuss how terrible your mid-term was, or how you got those knock off balenciaga shoes for 40 bucks…but these stimulating topics between a group of women sober or especially three martinis deep will only entertain for so long. Why?

It is a different time and women are at a different place than they once were…especially when you factor in morality in this modern time. Chivalry what is chivalry…and what does it matter. Think about it women once they hit their twenties its all white gowns and church bells. Preying on every available bachelor. Anticipating children and the security encompassed within a little gold band. For those that claim they aren’t awaiting that security still have it in some form of a “boyfriend”. One chance two chances three chances…i can’t help it i love him…it’s different this time….i just cant let go. What has happened to the women of America? Sure, ill admit i am one that would give a person a second chance maybe even under extreme conditions. BUT To continuously live for men, what are we doing? They live to live. We live to love and be loved back! Even though that last part is usually lacking.

When can we live for ourselves again? When can you not lay in your bed and sleep peacefully  just with ones self? When can you go get a drink with your women and not wonder what time you have to make it back so that your man is still awake? When can you change plans with a man to see your best friend for brunch? When can you celebrate just another day of life with the women that will be there for all of eternity? Whens the last time you went to dinner with your best friend and talked about the remember whens and cheers to everlasting friendship that has thus been tainted by the presence of men and the spineless women that bow to it?

“gona roam even when in rome.”